The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1887-06-05

his mouth and eyes were the Same, and when
be repeated in his old frank, half-mischievous
way the invitation of his letter, poor little
Carmen could only hesitate and blush.
A thought struck him and sent the color to
his face Your gentleman born is always as
modest as a woman He ran down stairs
and seizing the widowed Plodgitt, said
hastily:
you're just killing yourself here. Take a
change Come down to Monterey for a day
or two with me and bring Miss De Haro with
you for company"
The old lady recognized the situation.
Thatcher was now a man Of vast possibili-
ties In all maternal daughters Of Eve there
is the slightest bit of the chaperone and
match maker 1t Is the last way Of reviving
the past
She consented and Carmen DE Haro could
not well refuse.
The ladies found the BLUE Mass mills very
much as Thatcher had previously delivered
il to them, "a trific rough and mannish-"
But he made over to them the one tenement
reserved for himself and slept with his men,
or more likely under the trees At first Mrs.
Plodgitt missed gas and running water, and
these several convenience of civilization,
among which fear may be- mentioned sheets
and pillow cases; but the balsam of the
mountain air soothed her neuralgia and her
temper As for Carmen, she rioted in the
unlimited license of her absolute freedom
from conventional restraint and the indul-
gence Of her child like impulses She secured
the hedges far and wide alone; she dipped
into dark copses and scrambled over the
sterile patches of chemisal, and came back
laden with the spoil of buckeye blossoms,
manzanita berries and laurel. But she would
not rake a sketch of the BLUE Mass COIN
panysr mills a Mercator's projection
something that could be afterwards htho-
l,raphed or chromoed, with the mills turn
ing out tons of quicksilver through the ener-
ges of a happy and picturesque assemblage
of mincrs-even to please her padrone, Don
Royal Thatcher. On the contrary, she made
a study of the ruins of the cruInbled and de
cayed red rock furnace, with the black
mountain above it, and the light of dying
camp fire shining upol it, and the dull red
excavations in the ledge. But even this did
not satisfy her until she had made some
alteration, and when she finally brought her
| finished study to Don Royal, she looked at
him "a little defantly. Thatcher admired
| honestly, and then criticised little hu,nor
ously and dishonesty. But couldn't you,
! for a consideration, put up sign board ON
| that rock with the inscription, Road to the
| Blue Mass companys new mills to the
right" and combine business with artl That's
| the fault of you geniuses. But what's this
blanketed figure doing here, lying before the
furnace, You never saw one of my miners
| thcrc-and a Mexican, too, by his serape-
That" quoth Mistress Carmen, coolly," was
i int 70 ba fnraorrpupd-I wanfaI
something there to balance the picture"
| But continued Thatcher, dropping into I'M
conscious admiration again, Its drawn to
the life. Tell me, Miss DE Haro, before L ask
the aid and counsel of Mrs. Plodgitt, who is
my hated rival, and your lay figure and
rlodeIn oh" said Carmen, with "A little
sigh, Its only poor Concho." And where
is Conchosn Ia little impatientIy.) Hes dead
| Don Royal" "Dead." "Of "a verity-very
,lcad-murdered by your countrymen." Il
see-and you know hims" "He was my
friend"
@Ohr
Truly
Ghastly advertsement-outside of an illus
trstod newspaper-of my property
"Ghastly, Don Royal Look you, he sleeps. /"
| "Ay Till SSIIafilshl, as the dead
Carmen crossing herself hastily, after
the fashion of the dead"
They We're both feeling uncomfortable.
Carmen was shivering. But, being woman,
and tactful, she recovered her head first. 1T
is study for myself, Don Royal; shall
mako you another
And she slipped away, as she thought, out
of the subject and his presence.
| But she was mistaken; in the evening he
renewed the conversation Carmen began to
fence. rot from cowardice or deceit. Us the
masculine reader would readily infer, but
from some wonderful feminine instinct that
told her to be cautious. But he got from her
the fact, to him before unknown, that she
was the niece of his mean antagonist, and, he
ing n gentleman so re,loubled his attentions
and his courtesy that Mrs. Plodgitt made up
her mind that it was foregone conclusion,
and seriously reflected to what she shoUld
wear on the momentous occasion But that
night poor Carmen cried herself to sleep, re-
solving that she would hereafter cast aside
her wicked uncle for this good hearted
Americana, yet never once connected her in
nocent penmanship with the deadly feud be
tween them Women-the hest of them-ar,
strong a. to collateral facts, swift of deduc
tion, hut vague children are to the exact
statement or recognition OF premises. 1t i
hardly necessary To say that Carmen haC
never thought o.&onnectin. any act of her
with the claims of her uncle, and the circum
stance OF the signature she had totally for
gotten
| Tho masculine reader will now understans
CIrIlen's confusion and bushes, and beiiev
IA
. fe>ssion Of ORIGINAL affection. The femnin
reader will, by this time. become satistie'
that the deceitful ilinXs sole idea was to gai
, the affections of Thatcher. And really
dol'i know who is II h..
, Nevertheless, she painted a sketch TO
Thatcher-vhi.'h aslor1ls the company
. ofiicc il San Tfancico, in which the propert
is lliJ ous il. plc;lsIn.s lVomctrical lines, an
the rosy Isumisc OF the future instinct j
every tCush of the brush. Then, havin
earned h.r wac she believed, she b
came somewhat coEi and shy to Thatche.
Wl,err>lt that gentleman re,lOubled his attel
tons, sScing only in her presence n eertai
mcpri-o, wl,i-h COncernel her more than hin
self. The nieco Of his enemy meant nothir
moro to him than Interesting giri-to
protected alway1--to lie feared, never. b
:, even suspicion may b. ilsidiously placed
!, noble minds
Mistress Piodgitt, thus early stopped
. matchmaking, of course put the blame ON b
own sex, and went over to the stronger side
tie mans.
|, "It's "A great pity gals should be- so curious
she sail, sotto voce, to Thatcher, when Ca
men was in one of her sullen moods Yet
s'pose it's in her blood. Them SpaniarJs
y IIl-IiIsa. fhs. Eyefalians